Friday
16th
March, 2018 2040
It
must be me.
I decided to boycott McDonald's, not because they keep running out of breakfasts before I get there so much as the shrugging of shoulders when I complain. If they can't be bothered then they don't deserve me as a customer, especially as I can make a better breakfast.
I decided to boycott McDonald's, not because they keep running out of breakfasts before I get there so much as the shrugging of shoulders when I complain. If they can't be bothered then they don't deserve me as a customer, especially as I can make a better breakfast.
So
I went to Pizza Hut to investigate a breakfast menu I never even knew
they offered. Guess what? I asked for a ham and egg panini and they
had none!!! Wondering just who the hell I have upset recently, I
ordered an ordinary breakfast. Not without problems, no salt or
pepper offered and I had to go to the kitchen to explain. The coffee
was better than McD though. For the same price I received two
scrambled eggs that were not scrambled but “Chinese” eggs –
cracked, smashed and turned but edible nonetheless. I was rather
expecting what was shown on the menu, which was bacon, sausage and
eggs but got two bits of processed ham. And salad. Who the hell has
salad for breakfast?? Maybe the Americans. I will know better next
week as I will point out the components required. Amazingly the toast
didn't taste of cake, it was almost bread although it was a palaver
to obtain butter for it.
Overall,
they just gained a Friday breakfast customer and McD have lost one.
And it's not so far to walk.
I
have to say I am not looking forward to next week, I was tired enough
by the end of today but I can't complain, after all, I fought to keep
my students. I cannot now moan that they acquiesced!
Then
about an hour ago Alice asked to Skype, was it convenient? Well you
know all the let-downs I have had over trips with Chinese girls.
Except Alice is different, she came to visit me and has accompanied
me on many occasions. I still felt I was in for bad news when I
called her.
The
problem was, she has the chance to apply for a short course studying
at Heidelberg university in summer, about three weeks! If my UK trip
was not to be then I would hardly blame her, it's an opportunity for
a young Chinese woman that she should not miss. Well there was no way
I was going to begrudge her that. The course finishes August 10th
but better still, although her family pay up front for flights and
the course, upon her return Guangzhou university reimburse most, if
not all, the costs. Can she meet me in England?
What???
Hold
on a minute. I don't have to pay for her flight. That gives me
options. I could be selfish and fly business class. Or I could fly
economy and if she is going to Germany on a Schengen visa anyway, I
could take her to see the Eiffel Tower on the way back! So many new
possibilities opened up.
So
I mentioned Paris to her.
This
is a girl who has never left China. She is if her application is
successful, going to Germany, then England and now I have offered her
the chance to visit the romance capital, Paree. She will jump at it!
Do
we have to go to Paris?
Er,
no, but surely?
I
want to see Scotland.
Scotland????
Really? Yep. You want to see Scotland instead of Paris? If it's ok?
Suits
me! Looks as though I will fly economy after all and maybe have a
slightly longer UK break than anticipated. Hometown area for a few
days, whizz up north o'the border for a couple and then back to home
territory. Great, I haven't had a lorne sausage in morning roll for
donkeys' years! But where to go and how to get there? Caledonian
sleeper train springs to mind, as do Oban, Inverness and the like as
destinations (bugger the east coast, too much like Norfolk, flat as a
witch's mammaries).
Wow,
there's a turn-up. I won't know for sure until her application is
accepted or not but I now find myself wanting
her to go to Germany, it frees up more cash.
I
know I complain a lot about the innate changeability in my life
(actually I complain about everything
in case you are blind)
and sometimes planned trips never eventuate but hell, it sure as
anything beats knowing you are going to Majorca for two weeks every
July from now until you die!!
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